#muselexum

[akagamiko]

❛It’s okay. You can let go.❜ // a dream or ghost Eliza <3

For the first time in years, he feels her hands on him again.

It’s refreshing. A relief after so many years without her. It made him wonder how he managed to live without her for so long. They should never have been apart.

It was fine now, though, that they were back together.

Her fingers brush through his hair and it's soothing and all feels right in the world for the first time in years.

❛It’s okay. You can let go.❜

The words draw him back and Shanks suddenly remembers where he is. There's blood staining his shirt and in his mouth. He coughs violently.

“Akane?” The question comes naturally. She's the first thought in his mind.

Was she nearby? Certainly she had to be. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears voices and feels hands on him, trying to stop what cannot be undone.

❛It’s okay. You can let go.❜

He feels her presence nearby, hears her sobs, feels her hands leave him as someone pulls her away.

She'll be okay?

Eliza looks at him with a sad smile. Leaving their daughter was a pain she knew well. Beckman would look after her, he told himself. Even if Shanks hadn't made his first mate swear on his life that she would be loved and taken care of, Shanks trusted him to do it.

She's as clear as day in front of him, her blonde hair framing her face, and he can't see past it. He reaches up, fingers grazing against her cheek–so soft–and pulls her in for a kiss.

Her lips taste as sweet as they always had and he brings her closer for more, leaning forward until he's sitting up entirely. Oh, how he's missed her.

The kiss comes to an end and despite the relief, Shanks and Eliza cling to each other, tightly and securely in each other's arms, and think of the piece of themselves that had been left behind.

[ meme tag. / @muselexum ]

#muselexum #muselexum: eliza #muselexum: akane #ANSWERED. #QUEUE. #PAIN <3 #shanks death be upon ye

[mediicusvitae]

Does he, now?

#{ dash commentary. } #{ I'm so sorry but...........cannot get that sketch of yours of their reunion out of my head } #{ eliza 🤝 lamy: having the hots for the dumb tall himbos } #{ I forgot 🤝 ray } #{ good for them good for them } #And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be { AceLamy. } #{ ic. } #{ crack. } #muselexum

[caelumaviis]

“Yoi! You’ve been askin’ for me?” 

#Soaring high above { dash commentary. } #muselexum #{ you get one (!) birb } #{ no seriously thank you so much for thinking about my baby and remembering her and liking her like....... MY HEART 🥺🥺🥺 } #{ you're going to make me ugly cry wahhhhh } #Nocturnal interactions { ic. }

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@muselexum​ asked: 🍆 or 💦 for the scary goth man

Send 🍆 and my muse will describe a sexual fantasy they have about your muse. Send 💦 instead for a wet dream they’ve had about your muse. (Still Accepting!)

(We’ll go with a 💦 wet dream lol)

Pressed against the wall, Ikkaku stared up at the dark figure that loomed over her. His eyes were intense. Focused solely on her. She felt long fingers grip her chin, keeping her head still so she couldn’t look away. Not that she felt she could have in the first place. She was suddenly very aware why a mouse might freeze under a hawk’s stare instead of running for its life.

“Don’t make a sound,” Mihawk stated, though the corner of his mouth curled slightly upwards, as if he suspected this was a challenge she had no chance of success. Releasing her chin, that hand caressed the skin of her throat before grabbing hold of her boiler suit’s zipper, slowly dragging it down over her collarbone, between her breasts, over her stomach, leaving a wide chasm of bare flesh for his viewing pleasure. That wasn’t enough for him, though, and those fingers delved inside, seeking out the silken wetness between her legs.

Instinctively Ikkaku’s own hand wrapped around his forearm, but that did nothing to dissuade him from slipping inside her panties, stroking her lower lips and circling her clit, all the while gazing at her, waiting for her to break. So she took deep breaths and bit her lip to suppress any sounds that threatened to escape her as she felt him stroke and tease her slick pearl, heat already building up inside her core. Mihawk seemed to sense her determination, and by the way his eyes glinted in amusement, she had the feeling it pleased him immensely.

Bracing his free arm against the wall beside her head, he leaned in, other hand still rubbing and pinching her most sensitive place as he chuckled in her ear, “Aren’t you going to call for help? Scream for a rescue? Or,” two long fingers slipped inside her, and she felt his lips twist into a fiendish smirk against her skin when she gasped in pleasure, “are you going to be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut?”

Lips pressed shut but a whimper escaped her throat, and Mihawk’s teeth nipped her ear in...reproach? Encouragement? She couldn’t tell. All Ikkaku knew was his fingers were thrusting and curling inside her, hitting just the right spot every time, and that her knees had started to shake while her hips unconsciously bucked against him. A hot coil of pleasure wound tighter with every motion, and she raised a hand to her mouth with the intent of muffling the sounds that were getting harder and harder to hold back. But Mihawk wasn’t having that, grabbing her wrist and wrenching it away, murmuring how she needed to do better than that.

Then, in a blink, she was naked, he was shirtless, and Mihawk’s hand between her legs was replaced with his thigh. Ikkaku had no choice but to stand on her tiptoes as he pressed her harder against the wall. Her own hands clutched at his shoulders for support as he ground a leather-clad thigh against her. She could feel the powerful muscles and sinew flex with every motion, the cross-shaped hidden dagger around his neck digging into her skin as he pressed his chest flush to hers, those intense, golden eyes boring into hers as he brought her closer and closer to the edge and her mouth opened to cry out--

Then Ikkaku woke up, the Tang’s intercom loudly announcing they were almost at the Marine base. Groaning, she rolled out of bed to quickly grab a cold shower. She was so damn grateful Mihawk rarely showed to shichibukai meetings. After a dream like that, the last thing she needed was to run into him again. Otherwise her mind might end up inappropriately occupied if she ended up alone in his presence, even if she had a knife to her throat again. 

#muselexum #Ask the Heart Engineer #Not Safe for Working (smut) #Nocturne Blade (Mihawk) #Warlords - What are they Good For? #(welp. this was supposed to be a short drabble but it got out of hand as they tend to do) #(I should not listen to dark jazz while writing these things. it encourages me waaaaay too much) #(either way I hope you enjoyed)

[candymakcr]

@muselexum ,, starter call |  for Pudding.

      ❝ I am sorry about this. ❞ NOBODY had apologized to her, but someone SHOULD. He should. He felt responsible. He’d always wanted to protect his siblings, and it was his hope that they would be allowed to live lives of their own, and reach for their own dreams. Not just live to serve their mother, like he did. It was too late for him, but it was not too late for his younger siblings. That was why it saddened him so that Pudding was going to be married off. She was too young. She didn’t deserve this fate. He looked at her and hoped she understood that he truly was sorry that he hadn’t been able to stop this plan from getting put in motion. 

#muselexum #[ THIS IS VERY LATE BUT HERE WE ARE ] #[ thinking it's set sometime after the wedding is decided ] #[ hope it's okay! if not i can write something else just let me know :D ] #ᵖᵉʳᵒʳᶤᶰ ~ ;; ic | perospero.

[crewisms]

@muselexum inquired // ❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜ //Mihawk to Perona

AN OLD MEME // NOT ACCEPTING // MIHAWK 》 PERONA

💀 — eyes downcast to the newspaper in the mans' hands, gaze half lidded. It was one of those rare moments that perona was quiet, tears brimming in those heavily lined eyes, threatening to spill over and ruin her perfectly poised make up. her captain was dead. perona had already thrown her temper tantrum, but now it was finally hitting her : her captain was gone and she had no where to go. sure, she was temporarily staying on kuraigana with this brooding man, but she would be a fool if she didn't recognize he didn't want her there.

she could no longer hold it back, the tears escaping her eyes as she choked out a sorrowful sob. "i have no place now." she managed out, with painful hiccups. up until now, she had only let herself act a child and throw her fits, but now the emotions were raw, and she let herself become vulnerable in front of her host. "what do i do now? if i was there i could've ..." could've what? stopped it? saved him like some heroine? perona knew she would've gotten scared and overwhelmed if this assailant truly defeated her captain, she knew no one stronger than her beloved moriah.

even her ghosts couldn't comprehend the level of sorrow in her words as she turned on her feet, unable to maintain her usual ghost form, to return to the room she called her own. she wouldn't be seen for quite some time after this devistation.

#Me crying #muselexum #muselexum // mihawk. #💀 — answered. #💀 — perona // ic.

[pirateborn-a]

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together. //from Rayleigh 👁️​👄​👁️​

THINGS DONE WHILE SPARRING/FIGHTING

✧.    It'd been far, far too long since they'd last done this.

     The air crackled with energy, the clash of their haki shattering the ground below as he landed a firm punch on his first mate's jaw and received a kick to the chest in turn, forcing him back with a giddy grin on his face —   how he'd missed this.

     They didn't spar often, there was just too much to do and not enough time, not to mention their ship just wasn't built for such destructive fights. Yet, the seas had been far too calm the past few weeks with no enemy ship in sight, and they'd been both long restless by the time they’d found an island suitable for some sparring. He hadn’t hesitated to lunge himself at his partner, initiating the fight and relishing in how wonderful it was. Perhaps not as grand as fighting side by side with him, maybe so, but anything done with Rayleigh would never fail to be thrilling.

     It was simply meant to be. No one else complemented him so well, understood him so well. The man knew just how he thought, knew how he fought, and knew exactly how to get the upper hand on him. Roger could feel nothing but pure delight as his feet got swept from underneath him, the wind knocking out of his chest as Rayleigh slammed him down, keeping him in place with his own weight.

     His heart skipped a beat, eyes meeting Rayleigh's on top of him — sweat glistening his brow, hair unruly and appearance disheveled from their prolonged fight. Perfect, that was all he could register, absolutely and utterly perfect. How insanely lucky he was to have him.

“ Wahaha, don't you think you think you're getting a bit too comfortable there ? ”   he laughed out breathlessly instead, tone teasing,   “ I'm your captain, not a floor mat. ”

     Despite his words, he seemed perfectly content as they were, a pleased grin gracing his face as his eyes never broke contact, his body relaxed and pliant on the ground beneath him. He always did enjoy when Rayleigh took control.

“ Hmm, but I suppose I can't say I mind this view at all, ”   he murmured with an exaggerated, sultry tone, his voice rumbling in his chest as he wiggled his eyebrows in a playful manner for a moment or so before the facade broke. Breaking out into cheerful guffaws, still trapped underneath the other. How could he help himself ?

     As the laughter faded, Roger’s expression softened, staring up with sheer adoration and devotion  ( and a dash of hunger )  because, by the seas, how he loved this man.

     ...Nevertheless.

     His smile suddenly sharpened, eyes widening, and it was all the warning he would give before surging upwards with all his might, twisting their bodies to flip their positions, and slamming the both of them back downwards. His hands digging into the ground on either side of Rayleigh's head, taking full advantage of his taller height to engulf the other man's body with his own.

“ Gotcha, ”   his voice far too pleased with himself, grin wide and a breath away from Rayleigh’s face,   “ I'm not about to let you beat me now just because I love you. Wahaha, how about we both agree that I won and call it here, partner ? ”

#[ ic. ] ✧〖 eternally challenging the sea 〗 #[ v. golden days ] ✧〖 rays of sunshine 〗 #muselexum #[ he is a little bit bastard shaped.... #[ the way roger's muse went grabby hands when saw this ask dsjhshjsd #[ he is Very normal ab his first mate #[ your honor............. i hold them............ #[ holds so gently #[ beloveds

[marinehero-a]

❛Did I do good?❜ // A quiet whisper as Rouge's light fades on the childbed

HIT ‘EM WHERE IT HURTS

ლ.    It was betrayal, he told himself. He knew. He was breaking the rules in a way unlike anything he'd ever done before.. He was going against a direct order that the whole world knew about. If Fleet Admiral Kong or Sengoku found out he wasn’t in the East Blue...

     Garp startled at the sudden question, wondering for a second if it were directed to one of the doctors nearby before realizing he wouldn’t be that lucky. His eyes met hers —   Rouge, she’d called herself. Portgas D. Rouge,  ( another one with that damn initial ).  Her question registered in his mind a second later, shoulders stiffening as it did, because how was he supposed to answer that ?

     Good ?  She’d condemned her child the second she’d decided to fall in love with Roger;  a criminal unlike any other. And now, because of her insane plan, she was going to leave their child with him. What was she thinking ?!  Garp had thought he’d only have to protect the damn kid, not raise them !  He wasn’t fit for that, and he had a son who refused to talk to him to damn well prove it and—

“ Yes, ”   he said firmly, his voice unwavering,   “ The Government would never suspect what you’ve managed to do. You’ve saved your child. ”

     He winced at the formality of his own tone. Unfitting for him and one he didn’t even use for his superiors, and then winced at the words themselves. What was he saying ?  And yet he didn’t take back a single word. The coat on his shoulders felt more weighted than usual, as though it were judging him —   but what was wrong here ?  Killing pregnant women because of a possibility ?  Killing an innocent baby ?  The things he’d witnessed and heard reported these past months made him sick. Was this really Justice ?  Was it ?

     Dammit, Roger. Damn him. Damn the stupid, selfish bastard. For becoming the criminal he did. For having a child. For turning himself in and dying. For falling in love with and then leaving Rouge, and then demanding that Garp protect his damn kid like an idiot, as if it wasn’t high treason —

     But there he was, watching over a dying woman   ( too late, he’d been too late. His conflict delaying the decision he’d known the answer to since the second he’d been asked, and he wondered if the guilt he shouldn’t even be feeling would ever subside ),   with undeniable intentions of doing exactly what Roger had asked from him.

     Maybe, in that way, he sympathized with Rouge. They’d both been unable to deny the unyielding fool that had been Gol D. Roger.

“ ...He would’ve been proud of you, ”   Garp muttered, unsure if Rouge could even hear him anymore at this point. Because Roger would’ve been proud. The bastard would’ve probably laughed in admiration of her genius, before finding some idiotic way to save her, laws of reality be damned,   “ Your child won’t die today. ”

     And that was all he could promise her. I’m sorry, he wanted to say, for not being able to promise more. But for all he acted, he was a realistic man. He couldn’t promise next year, or ten years in the future, or twenty. Arms crossed over chest, hands digging into his own flesh tightly, unable to look away.

     He couldn’t promise the future, but he could promise that day. Her child would be safe  ( they were so small )  for a little longer, and he could only pray that it would be enough.

#{ ic. } ✗ 「 genkotsu 」 #{ verse } ✗ 「 antecedent of an era 」 #muselexum #long post. #[ man.... #[ man!!

[divineslcyer]

[ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body //mihawk

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  - @muselexum

[ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body

Calloused fingertips began to trace over the mystic ink branded over her back. He swept away at the long, heavy waves of her coppery hair, admiring how as the sun streamed into their room, it shimmered a deep shade of red. It suited her fiery personality. He paused to caress the hair, soft and cool to the touch, letting it weave between his fingers. Thin braids with beads woven through caught his attention, a tie in to her cultural roots. Mishil stirred, but did not wake as her face burrowed further into the pillow.

A noticeable habit, she usually hid her face from the sun when she slept and it has taken time for her to relax as she slept. It was a silent testament to where they stood, and her trust in him, with how she continued to sleep even as his fingers ghosted over her skin. There was a mark, an intricate bow ingrained into her back. Not a scar marked her skin, only this curious tattoo.

She'd told him it was her mark to bear, when she'd passed some trial that nearly killed her. It was something she wore with pride; a symbol of her hardships and skills as an archer. A warrior. A survivor.

The sun continued to seep through the curtains, lighting her bronze skin warmly as she shifted with a soft grumble to her side. Some of her hair had fallen over her face, and though she was likely beginning to be roused from sleep, she did not tense to the fingers that swept her fringe from her face gently. One finger tenderly traced over the scar that marked her brow; a sharp cut that raced down over her eyelid and chin.

"So you're the Signore Hawk-eye Shanks talks about, hm? Are you really as much fun as he insists? Let's find out, shall we?" Gold eyes flashed with wicked delight, "Draw your sword, Signore." She'd leapt, bow drawn, as they had their first fight. Arrogant, yet unyielding. Fierce, yet determined. She proved herself a deadly shot, and one would think a bow a useless tool, but he'd learned the blades on its edge weren't for decoration. When he'd cut her, she'd gasped in surprise and though she bled, she'd grinned. "Well well well, you are fun..." Yet wisely, she chose to yeild, confessing he'd bested her that day and had wanted to just see if there'd been a truth to Shanks words.

Mishil still laughed at the memory.

❝ Hm? ❞ She raised her head, dark lashes fluttering. Her nose brushing at his palm, and a soft yawn slipping from her lips when he swept her fringe again. In a drowsy voice, she called him. ❝ ...Dracule? Is it morning? ❞ In feline fashion, she yawned and stretched her arms up, and his gaze briefly drifted over the more fresh marks he'd inflicted upon her skin the night before. ❝ It is.❞ He settled back against his pillow, and in lazy habit, she shifted beside him and snuggled against his chest. His mouth brushed over her brow when she sighed, ❝ Slept well, hm? ❞

Against his skin, she smirked. ❝ You would know that best.❞ Her smirk melted into a widening smile when he chuckled and squeezed her shoulder.

#muselexum #✝ ⌈ general ⏌ ― answered #✝ ⌈ Verse ⏌ ― One Piece #im convinced a bed has been broken at some point-- #but here is a cozy morning #just quiet moments that show more insight of them

[videcoeur]

"Well, I’ve held on, but I feel a storm approaching." //Akane at any of the Chimera pirates! c:

Akane didn't need to specify what kind of storm was coming. While he was not the navigator, Caelis was an islander. He could smell the rain an hour or two before it came, and the darkening of the increase of humidity in the air also told him of what was to come.

A few more degrees and a tropical storm would be upon them. That said, they had nothing to worry about. The Solar Bark was an exceptionally well-made ship, and the idiot residents knew how to maneuver it. Mifune was a great navigator; not even the rowdiest of storms would stop him from sailing toward the next island.

"Keep holding on. We're only about a day or two away from our destination." He didn't know if Akane would keep travelling with them past that point, but whether she chose to or not was up to her entirely. Caelis would be lying if he said he didn't appreciate her presence on board. While he may not be the most sociable member of the crew, he appreciated having someone to train with.

Her skills with a sword were below his, obviously, but she held her own well enough to make it interesting.

"What are you going to do once we reach land?"

@muselexum

#muselexum #what do you mean this ask was sent feb 26 2k22 #timestamps be lying uh #a;sldkfj #( t; caelis. ) #( oprp. )

[akagamiko]

❛ There’s nothing you could have done. ❜ { from Beck c': -indomiitas }

Most of the rooms on the Red Force were occupied. Shanks had given up his room to those of Whitebeard’s crew that they were transporting to Sphinx. He’d been sleeping in the common area most nights–when he’d slept at all.

These last few weeks had been too much. Between the disastrous meeting with Whitebeard regarding Ace and the fallout from the war–losing both of them–exhaustion had seeped deep into his bones, but there was more to do.The grief in the air was palpable. Shanks and his crew were doing what they could to ease the burden of funeral arrangements in hopes of giving them time to heal and process what had happened. It was the least he could do. 

Shanks wanted so badly to have prevented all of it. He’d tried. This is what he knew it would come to.

His own thoughts, selfishly, laid elsewhere, with the red haired young woman who slept below deck. He’d only learned of her earlier in the year and now that she was in front of him, Shanks found himself unable to gather the courage to speak to her. Surely she didn’t know who he was to her and whether that made the situation better or worse he didn’t know.

Unable to sleep, Shanks made his way above deck into the cool night air, and laid out in one of the hammocks at the stern of the ship. An unopened bottle sat against his hip and, when Beckman found him, the Captain lifted an arm in a silent wave, eyes not moving from the stars in between the palm tree fronds.

For a few moments, they remain in silence and the familiar scent of Beckman’s cigarette fills the air.

❛ There’s nothing you could have done. ❜

Beck said from where he stood along the railing and Shanks sighed. He’s not sure what exactly Beck’s referring to. Ace and Whitebeard? The war? Akane? All of it?

“Don’t wanna hear it right now,” he replied coolly without looking over. 

There was plenty he could have done in each case.

He could have pushed harder with Whitebeard. He could have forced Ace to stop. He could have visited Eliza in Sakuraki and found out about Akane sooner. It wasn’t like he’d never gone to the West Blue again. How had he let his and Eliza’s daughter grow up without him?

How had he let any of this happen?

Fingers twitch and his hand drops to the bottle at his side, but he makes no move to remove the cork from its stopper. He was trying to cut back–for now. There was too much going on for him to risk letting the alcohol do what it did best; it would leave him confused and his mind fuzzy, and it would dull the never-ending waves that ripped through him again and again.

That was what he wanted the most–to forget those feelings, just for a little bit.

“If you wanna lecture me, save it for the mornin'.”

He let go of the bottle and put his hand behind his head to relax again, unsure of why he'd grabbed it in the first place. Habit, maybe?

“If you wanna stay...I'd be happy with your company.”

[ MEME TAG. / @indomiitas feat. @muselexum ]

#ANSWERED. #QUEUE. #indomiitas #indomiitas: beckman #muselexum #muselexum: akane #muselexum: eliza #:) :) :) #anyway he's totally fine so nothing to worry about here!!! #alcoholism cw

[mediicusvitae]

Boy, she sure is glad she doesn’t have any overpowered persons with eeire Devil Fruit powers obsessed with her. 

#( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) #;dash commentary #muselexum #;ic #;crack #{ is it } #;All I Ask Of You - Utamy #film red spoilers

[medicus-mortem]

Multiple replies to your post:

@xxanbuagentxx said: Most of my muses r a no with a couple maybes.

[💀] - Not surprised that most of your muses said no but Uni, buddy, you better allow your cap to nap on your tiddies. He’s giving an order!

@muselexum said: non-ulterior motive boob naps are acceptable

[💀] - Interesting. Here I thought a good portion of your muses would be enraged at the idea.

#xxanbuagentxx #muselexum #puppet master // ooc

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@muselexum​ asked: [Sword] to press a sword (kogatana) to my muse’s throat //mihawk

Kidnapping/Stalking Memes (Still Accepting)

The second the cool edge of the metal blade touched Ikkaku’s jugular, she froze, making nary a sound. She hadn’t heard anyone approach, but she knew a knife to the throat when she felt one. A pirate’s life sure as hell made that a familiar enough scenario. The only questions were, who was threatening her, and how was she going to escape their hold and kick their ass.

The first answer would help provide the second, so, keeping her neck and body still, she glanced down at the arm holding the knife. Her own chin obscured the actual dagger for the most part, but she could deduce by that that it was small. Probably easily concealed. Moving on, she noted the hand, while lacking any distinctive tattoos or rings or scars, was calloused in spots she knew Law’s hands were, and steady as a statue’s. That implied he was a warrior. A swordsman? Or maybe an assassin. Next, her eyes traveled to the man’s sleeve. It sure as hell wasn’t a Marine uniform, which ruled out most of the people she’d suspect wanted to put a knife to her throat. Instead it was purple with a paisley print. Expensive-looking and well-made, and also quite distinct. Absolutely not something an assassin would wear.

It did look extremely familiar. Ikkaku wracked her brain for where she must have seen it. It was Law’s first shichibukai summons, so there had been a few people in rather ornate outfits. Doflamingo’s horrible pink coat admittedly stood out the most among them, but then there had been Boa Hancock’s slinky dress, Buggy the Clown’s ridiculous jumpsuit, Mihawk’s long coat...

Dark eyes widened as she realized exactly who was holding a knife to her throat, and finally she started to tremble faintly. Yes, she now had an answer to her first question, but unfortunately that meant the answer to her second was “you’re not.” She had little doubt that the World’s Greatest Swordsman wouldn’t be easily overpowered by an elbow to the ribs or headbutt to the nose. Hell, she was pretty damn sure he could carve out her vocal chords before she could even try to fight back.

So, that left her with a third question to answer; why was Dracule Mihawk threatening her with a knife?

“Can I help you?” she asked, a slight shakiness to her voice but otherwise maintaining a forced calmness. Screaming and panicking was never useful in these kinds of situations. Especially not in the empty corridor of a Marine base, where anyone wandering past wouldn’t care if one pirate murdered another so long as they didn’t have to mop up the mess. “If murdering a new shichibukai’s subordinate is some kind of initiation ritual, I’m gonna tell you, Law’ll be pissed and retaliate. Probably by ripping out your heart and crushing it under his boot.”

#muselexum #The Engine is the Heart of the Ship (canon) #Nocturne Blade (Mihawk) #Warlords - What are they Good For? #kogatana threat #(Ikkaku using the powers of deduction and fashion to figure out who's threating her. I like this)

[ryathenaughtykitsune]

"Oh, Rya!" Rayleigh called out to her in greeting upon recognizing her. She had grown quite a bit since the last time he had seen her though. How many years had it been? He wasn't sure. "Still causing trouble I see?"

She turned surprised at the called out greeting, but soon smiled in delight. "Rayleigh-kun~ I don't know what you're talking about. I'm as innocent as they come." She purred out with faux innocence before chuckling and raised a hand in greeting.

She was delighted to see the former pirate in high spirits and fondly remembered the day Shanks-san introduced her to the Dark King. "I've kinda been exploring, making deals and supplying Shanks alcohol habit. But enough about me, still dodging the Marines right under their noses, you sly old fox~" She teased.

She wasn't sure if she looked that much different but when Rayleigh had seen her she had a small bump that was Thaddeus, before the tragedies struck. "Thaddeus love, Say hi to Great Grandpa Rayleigh~." She cooed before picking up her son, who promptly buried his head into her neck and then snuck a peek and waved. "Sorry. I think we may have missed naptime." She put out as an explanation.

#on target (ic) #asked and answered #muselexum #dark king rayleigh #thaddeus is little and sleepy #and being too stinking cute

[crewisms]

@muselexum inquired // “Don’t look at me, I had nothing to do with it.” //Mihawk @ Crocodile

UNPROMPTED ASKS // ALWAYS ACCEPTING // MIHAWK >> CROCODILE

💀 — an eyebrow twitched as the words hit his ears, fingers wrapped with the sapphire hair of the detattched clowns' head. "what the hell do you MEAN you had nothing to do with this?" came his inquiry, sharp eyes meeting the others' hawk - like ones. crocodile was ignoring the yelling from the clown pirate that had lost his head, too focused on the task at hand : confronting the swordsman.

"i sure as hell didn't invite this idiot here. now look what he's done."

#croc immediately blames mihawk for this #buggy is just at the mercy of them #muselexum #muselexum // mihawk. #💀 — answered. #💀 — crocodile // ic. #💀 — queued.